It is really is a game show…with a twist

You meet with Rebecca May, an attractive British redhead. “Well John, now that all the paperwork is settled, please follow me.” You walked with her, her eyes daring between the buildings, the various vehicles and Rebecca’a lithe form. “Now the most important thing is to have fun and not worry about the consequences. Unique about our show is that we will be on Netflix, 8 episodes per day. Our sponsor is also the owner of this lot and its Deputy Head of Creative Services is our Executive Producer. Now if you succeed, you will move to the next episode. Complete all 8 and you will get the Grand Prize.”

You nod, no idea what the Grand Prize is. “Now John, all contestants must wear specific clothes provided by the sponsor. It is mandatory and refusal to wear anything causes default. Is that clear?” You nod again, obviously it must be super embarrassing to please the crowds. “Well John, if there is anything else?” It took all your self control to look into her beautiful green eyes and not down her dress, where creamy cleavage beckoned you. “No.” “Have fun!” she winked.

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You were right about the clothes. Form fitting panties and a matching bra. A note said male or female, everything had to be worn. Women’s flats, no socks. And a dressing gown that looked like a 19th century coat that was so long, you worried you might fall over as you walked. Nevertheless you somehow made your way to the stage. A bikini clad blonde called you over. “John?” she asked. You nod, even the production crew were hot. “You are Contestant C, please take your place in Seat C.” You are thrilled to have made it, you thought you might have to be selected from the audience. There were teo other men there. A 7 foot, muscle bound giant who looked like he ate nails and cars for lunch. In the B seat, was a skinny, reedy, little teenage boy, probably 18-19 with thick glasses and black hair. He looked like a tiny Harry Potter, he could not have been more than 5 foot 2.

Then a woman wearing a golden bikini showed up. Asian, red haired, gorgeous. She sat in the host’a chair, a look of self satisfaction on her face. Her hands gestured to other bikini clad girls in silver; all standing near prizes like appliances, electronics and jewellery. Guess this show has a lot of sponsorship. “Now ladies, allow me to explain the rules. I ask a question, whoever gets it right, spins the Wheel. Once it stops, we remove the slide to see what the result is. After ten questions, whoever has the most money, gets to either spend some on the prizes or hoard their money till the second round. After round three, we will have a daily winner. The daily winner, then spins the wheel for the final time and then either answers a question or solves a puzzle. Any questions?” Contestant A looked like he was about to say something “when she replied Great and we are rolling.”

“Hello everyone, I am Mira and welcome to X-Change your life, sponsored by the X-Change corporation. Let’s meet our contestants. Contestant A is Bruce Herbert, a construction worker. A light shone on the angry giant who suddenly dissolves into a tiny blonde woman with white lingerie. She gasped as Mira grins. You stare utterly perplexed. “Contestant B is Neil O’Brien.” Neil suddenly shoots up to an Elle MacPherson lookalike. He smiles broadly, waving at everyone. Bruce looks terrified.